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(This story - though not necessarily this chapter - contains Female Weight Gain to extreme levels, uneven weight gain, overeating, force feeding, skewed power dynamics, and sexual situations including fondling, masturbation, anal and vaginal sex, and multiple penetration. Be warned, and enjoy!)

    “Girl, you were so hot last night! The things we did!” Tia smiled to herself as she read the text for the seventeenth time. It was definitely a wild night of sex, but she didn’t want to lead him on, because if they saw each other again, he might eventually find out that she had had a similar night with one of his friends. Best to let him down easy.
    Thinking about what she had done was starting to make her warm and tingly in her crotch. Tia relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, not even minding when a late couple excuse me’d their way toward the back. In fact, she got a look at the guy, and started to imagine servicing his manhood while his wife (or girlfriend or whatever) watched. It was little thoughts such as that one that enabled her to reach a climax once her seat began to vibrate from the thrust of take off.
    Tia was napping when her seat began to vibrate much more strenuously. She leaned over to the elderly lady next to her and asked, “What’s going on?”
    She replied, “The captain just made an announcement about severe turbulence.”
    Tia nodded and just tried to ride it out.

    Tia sighed as she struggled with her bra, yet again. Over the past month, her breasts had gone up at least two cup sizes. Looking in the mirror, she could see that her forced weight gain wasn’t just contained there. Her limbs were thicker, especially her arms, and she had a small pooch of a belly going. She could even see differences in her face. “Gross!” she thought.
    Rather than continue the futile struggle, she instead reached for a bra the next size up. Finding that it fit comfortably, she found some clothes that fit, and went out into the common room.
    Lucile was sitting on a sofa grousing at no one. Her ass had taken most of the damage, her wide hips and round cheeks storing the majority of the fat she’d accumulated. Anaisha was in a better mood, as always, possibly because her weight gain had taken on a more even distribution.
    Tia got them into an impromptu huddle. “Okay, I think it’s time to try another breakout. The last one was too recent, so they won’t be expecting another so soon.”
    Lucile said, “And how will we avoid getting caught this time? The last time they were on us pretty quickly.”
    “This time, instead of running straight into the jungle, we’re going to circle the grounds until we see an airfield or something. If there is a plane or helicopter, we’ll have to risk flying it. If not, there should be some kind of radio in the tower.”
    Anaisha asked, “How do we know there will be a tower?”
    “It doesn’t have to be a tower, but there has to be a room where they tell the planes to land, and that room should have a radio. Now, here is what we do…”
    Just then Colton arrived, having just had his morning tongue lashing from his employer. He read on his data pad the current weight standings again; the women had gained an average of 45-50 pounds in the last month. He looked up and said, “Ladies, we have a problem.”
    Lucile stood up and said, “You’re telling me! I’ve had to put on bigger slacks every week!”
    Colton continued, as usual without emotion, “The problem is your antics. Refusing to eat properly, despite your hunger. And the three unsuccessful escape attempts especially. The second one in particular had you lost in the jungle for a day and a half before we found you. That was serious consumption time wasted not to mention the calories that were spent.”
    Tia stood to face Colton and answered, “Well, you told us we were going to be prisoners here forever, and you wanted to fatten us up for some sick, perverted rich guy, so what did you expect us to do? We’ve escaped before, and we will escape again. And one of these times, you won’t be able to find us. And we’ll eat as little as we want!”
    Colton was unfazed by this show of disobedience. “We shall see. Right now, it is time for another stretching session. Make yourselves ready.”
    They did as instructed, and lay down on the sofas. Soon the marbles in their stomachs expanded, and they went from full feeling to excruciating pain quite quickly. Each of their bellies stuck up in the air, a small round ball several inches wide. It lasted for a long time, then the pain receded.
    “Very good. We are up to eight minutes. At this rate your stomach’s capacity will increase considerably.” The pain started again in under a minute, causing occasional groans or even screams from the young women.
    Eventually the cycles halted, and the marbles retracted. The three lay there panting, and moaning in remembered pain.
    “Lunch will be served in an hour. I would highly advise bringing hardier appetites, lest we need to resort to feeding tubes in the daytime. Also, the door to your suite will be locked at all times, except when I come to escort you somewhere. Good morning, ladies.”
    Colton left them, and as the door closed, the women could hear the lock being turned.

    The shaking continued, and Anaisha closed her eyes and prayed. Soon the shaking stopped, but she could feel the pull of gravity forward.
    “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Anaisha was in shock for a moment, then felt Rajit wresting his hand from hers. “Rajit?”
    “Let go! We have to put on our life vests.” He reached under both of their seats and handed one to her. Once they got them on, they bent over so that their heads were between their legs. Anaisha reached a hand out for Rajit’s, but didn’t find it by the time the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Anaisha looked at herself in the mirror as she picked out her clothes for the day. Since arriving on this island that she had thought was her salvation, she pretty much doubled her weight because her captor desired it. Unlike her companions, her fat accumulation was more evenly distributed, leaving her with generous hips, and a belly that hung down to almost cover her crotch. Her breasts were a bit larger than before, resting heavily on the curve of her belly. She looked in the mirror, but with disgust or anger, but with quiet resignation.
    She found some larger clothing, and went out into the common room, where Lucile was already, complaining. “I can’t believe it’s larger than yesterday! Here, Anaisha, look!” She couldn’t help but see that Lucile’s butt looked even bigger than a couple days before. It looked like the was smuggling round watermelons in her slacks. She’d tried wearing skirts and dresses when they’d first gotten to the island, but gave that up when her ass became big enough to peek out from any of them.
    Speaking of watermelons, as Tia came through her bedroom door, it certainly looked as if she had a pair of them under her top, or at least basketballs. They still managed to stay fairly firm despite their obvious weight, held together to form a good deal of cleavage thanks to her bra. Her arms and face also looked significantly thicker. She came over and sat down on the sofa. “We have to put a stop to this.”
    Lucile gave a snort and asked, “How? We can’t escape, and they put tubes down our throats when we are asleep. And Colton threatened to do that all the time if we don’t eat what he considers ‘enough’ at mealtimes. We are doomed to be gross, fat prisoners!”
    Anaisha spoke up, “Even if that is the case, there is no reason to be so down. This situation is what it is, so being depressed won’t change that.”
    Lucile looked at Anaisha incredulously. “Really? That’s your solution? Do you like being fat?”
    “Well, no, not particularly. But I am now, so I must accept that I am.”
    “What a load of..”
    “Ladies!” Tia interceded. “We have to stick together if we are going to have any chance of escape. Today during meals, we need to start stealing flatware. Not a lot, but a few forks and knives. We might be able to pick the locks and maybe defend ourselves against the robots. But we have to stick together. Deal?”
    The other two nodded. “Deal.”
    Colton watched and listened to their conspiracy through a monitor, having modified the microphones to pick up the quietest whisper. He turned to look at another monitor, with the latest readouts: “Day 67: Anaisha: 5’7” 252, Lucile: 5’5” 244, Tia: 5’10” 258” Barely over 750 pounds, one third of what his employer required. And this new plan of Tia’s might actually delay progress to an unacceptable degree. He had to take things to the next level.
    A few moments after their discussion was done, there was a knock on the door, followed by it unlocking. Colton entered and said, “Good morning, ladies. Today we are going to try something different. My employer is pleased with your progress, and wants to reward...one of you. He has arranged a contest, and the winner will not have her stomach stretching session today.”
    All three perked up at the thought of not having to endure that torture even once. “What do we have to do?” asked Anaisha.
    Three of the androids strode into the room each carrying a VR headset, gloves and boots. “We have arranged a virtual car race. The first to cross the finish line will be excused from the stretching.”
    They each took the gear as it was presented to them, and started to put it on. The robots helped them as needed. Once everything was in place, they all got a first-person view of being a driver in a car. They could see all around them as they turned their heads, and the digital hands before them did everything their actual hands did.
    The could hear Colton’s voice as if over a loudspeaker. “Ladies, start your engines.” They made their virtual finger press a button on the dashboard and they could hear the engines roar to life. “3...2...1...Go.” They put the car in gear and hit the gas, and off they went.
    Anaisha went at her own pace, and took the turns at what she considered to be a safe speed. Yes, the stretching was painful, but she was too afraid to crash, even in this virtual environment.
    Tia and Lucile had no such concerns. They each took the course at breakneck speed, and were constantly out pacing each other. As they neared the finish line, they were neck-and-neck, until Tia swerved into Lucile’s car and caused her to spin out. As Tia crossed the finish line, the screens went dark, and the androids helped them get their equipment off.
    Lucile was furious. “No fair! She cheated!”
    Colton stated, “There was nothing against the rules in what Tia did. Now, Lucile and Anaisha, I suggest you lie down.”
    As the pain of the stomach stretching came over Lucile, she just stared at Tia with anger in her eyes.
    Once lunch was over, the three compared their flatware hauls by turning away from the cameras. Tia produced a knife and a fork. Anaisha produced a spoon. “Anaisha, you were supposed to get a fork or something pointy.”
    “I know, but all of my forks got dirty.”
    “You could have brought a dirty fork. We could have washed it off in a sink.”
    “Oh yes, sorry, Tia.”
    “That’s okay, honey. Lucile, how about you?”
    “I didn’t get anything.”
    Tia stared in wonder. “But why?”
    “I didn’t see why I had to risk getting caught just for the stupid plan of a cheater!”
    “It wasn’t cheating! Haven’t you ever seen NASCAR? They bump each other all the time.”
    “I have never seen this ‘NASCAR’ of which you speak. Cheater.”
    Colton heard this exchange through the monitor. He turned and said to the shadowy form in the communication screen, “It seems to be working. The seeds of discord have been planted.”
    His employer replied, “Good. Keep up the contests. And they better have gained even more in the future. I need my ‘ton of women’ ASAP!” The screen went dark as he disconnected.
    Colton started to plan the next contests that would hopefully continue to divide them.

    Tia gripped the armrest as the plane continued to shake. She started looking around the cabin, because the thought entered her head about that girl in “Airplane!” that slept with like 20 guys using the line “I don’t want to die a virgin.” The thought amused her, but none of the passengers in her vicinity looked like they’d be interested.
    Just then the captain’s voice came over the loudspeaker again. “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Tia realized there wouldn’t be time for any fantasies. She reached under her seat and got out her life vest. She got hers on, and then she saw a teenage girl across the aisle having trouble with hers and panicking. Tia looked around for an attendant, then unbuckled herself to reach over to the girl and help her with her floatation device.
    Once Tia got the girl sorted and stopped her from panicking, she hurriedly got back into her own seat, fastened her seatbelt, and leaned forward so her head was between her knees. No sooner had she gotten in position when the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Tia looked at herself in the mirror with increasing disgust like she did every morning. Today, the image that greeted her had huge round breasts easily the size of medium-sized watermelons. They rested on a fat belly that was, though smaller in comparison to her tits, was large enough to hold them up higher. While her legs and ass had gotten bigger, they paled in comparison to her arms, which were as big as a man’s thigh and starting to get flabby. Her face was rounded out, and she had a hefty double chin going that Tia found the most disgusting.
    In the last month her stomach had been stretched to such a degree than she was hungry all the time, even after having been stuffed all night with the hose, which she assumed was still going on. The others had suffered the same condition, and they all ate beyond what they had intended to at every meal.
    Tia found a bra that would hold her breasts and put it on. The clothing never had tags, so she had no idea what cup size she actually was. It didn’t matter, since she’d be the next one up in just short of a week. She completed getting dressed and came out into her private living room.
    Since the first challenge Lucile insisted on a separate room, since she could “not live with a cheater!” Tia took the opportunity to ask for her own room as well, mostly because looking at the others reminded her of what a fat pig she herself had become. Tia went across to a credenza and, after checking the positions of the camera with sidelong glances, opened it slightly to reveal a hand-drawn map, some pieces of flatware bent into escape tools, and a whole bunch of linen napkins tied together in a makeshift rope. Grabbing what she needed, she hid the items in her cleavage and closed the small door.
    She went to the closet, where she had been working the intake vent door open. After a few tries she managed to get it ajar, and started squeezing into the large duct. As she crawled along, impeded by her huge breasts, she realized after another week or two, she might not have been able to escape this way. She used the napkin-rope to climb down into what she guessed was the basement, and when she got to a panel, she used a butter knife to pry it open. Smiling in success, she crawled out to find herself surrounded by robots.
    Colton stepped forward. “Ma’am, you must desist in these futile escape attempts.”
    Out of breath, Tia asked, “How...did you…”
    “Do you think we wouldn’t search the credenza while you slept, especially considering how much time you spend at it?”
    “Huh….Well...I won’t...stop…”
    Looking at her with emotionless eyes, Colton replied, “We shall see. And it appears that you have missed breakfast.” To the android he said, “Escort her to her room so she can get cleaned up, and then bring her breakfast. And make sure she can’t add any more to the map in her mind.” The robots then put a sack over her head, and led her back upstairs.
    Entering the control room, Colton glanced at the monitor showing the latest weighings of the three women, which read, “Day 99: Anaisha: 5’7” 338, Lucile: 5’5” 333, Tia: 5’10” 340”. He turned to the communications panel and turned it on, to find the shadowy figure of his employer there. “Sorry for the delay, sir. Tia attempted another escape. Fortunately we recovered her before she got very far.”
    “What is that, like one a week?! Why haven’t you handled her?”
    “Well, sir, I thought that since she no longer has the help of the other two, her schemes are much more likely to fail. As such I thought her expending mental energy on them would keep her occupied from her ultimate predicament. I realize now that the risk of her evading us for an extended period is too great, and we will need to introduce something new with which to distract her.”
    “Damn straight! Strap her in and give her the tube 24/7.”
    “Sir, if I may, that would hamper the effectiveness of the contests in dividing them, since they are designed for those three specifically. They may also see Tia as a victim, and start to mend their relationships.”
    “What then?”
    “I believe I have just the solution.”
    Tia sighed as she watched the androids clear the dirty dishes from the table they’d carried in, noting how there were far too many empty platters in her opinion. As soon as they were done, Colton entered. “We need to discuss about you stopping these hopeless escape attempts. The last thing I or my employer want is to see you hurt.”
    “Well, like I said, I’m going to keep trying.”
    “Then I must execute an alternate plan.” Just then two of the robots that had been moving the table set it down and came over to restrain her. Colton produced a hypodermic needle, sterilized an area on her fat arm and made sure there was no air in the needle. He said, “You will feel a pinching sensation,” as he injected her. He then put a piece of gauze over where the needle was removed and taped it in place. The androids resumed carrying the table out into the hall.
    Tia was furious. “What the hell was that?!”
    Colton put everything away and said, “Let me explain. We know about your proclivities and sexual exploits…”
    “Wait, how did…”
    “Your social media presence alluded to it, and the text messages retrieved from your phone records confirmed it. You have all the signs of a sex addict, or at least someone who is extremely open in their sexuality. I am operating on the theory that this is at least partially driven by your hormone production. The shot is designed to accelerate this production. You will need one every week starting out. The interval should increase over time until eventually you won’t need any help to overproduce hormones that will turn your proclivity into a biological demand.”
    “Wait, you’re giving me shots to make me horny...um, hornier?”
    “That is essentially correct, yes.”
    “What if I promise to stop trying to escape?”
    “I’m afraid the time for that is past.” Colton strode out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
    The next few days were business as usual for Tia - wake up, get dressed, eat, read a book, eat, maybe a contest, eat some more, go to sleep. But some days after she was given the shot, she started having idle thoughts about sex. One time she caught herself wondering how big a package Colton had, for example. These thoughts became more common and urgent, until by the end of the week she was masturbating every morning before getting dressed.
    After her second shot, there was yet another challenge. The women were lead into a room, and Tia realized this was the first time she saw them in a week. They had of course gained about as much weight as she had, but in their own ways.
    Lucile waddled in, her enormous hips and ass unable to avoid swaying as she walked. She had developed larger tits and had a belly as well, but the majority of the fat had accumulated in her butt cheeks, which looked like two small yoga balls, still firm and round.
    Anaisha was still gaining evenly all over. As such, her belly was the largest of the three, easily covering her crotch as she lumbered through the doorway. She had a slightly larger ass than Tia did, and her breasts were a bit bigger than Lucile’s. She had her usual smile on her round face.
    Since that first contest, there had been several others. Sometimes Tia’s competitive nature won out. Though she called Tia a cheater often, Lucile had actually resorted to cheating at any opportunity, and sometimes won that way. And the other third of the time, Tia and Lucile got in each other’s way so badly that Anaisha’s methodical play achieved victory. Since the prizes or penalties all affected how much weight they would gain, they were pretty even in that department.
    Colton had them sit around a table covered in green felt. While Tia and Anaisha were in sturdy, yet close-to-normal-sized chairs, Lucile’s was nearly twice as wide. “The challenge today, ladies, is Texas Hold’em poker. Each of you has a stack of chips in front of you. The first one of you to run out will be punished by having a feeding tube for 24 hours straight. The winner of all of the chips may cash them in for this.” He gestured to an ornate rectangular box less than a foot long.
    Lucile snorted, “What am I going to do with a box?”
    “More to the point is what you will do with what is inside the box. It is a sexual implement, a replica of a human phallus made of rubber.”
    Anaisha was confused, but Lucile nearly shouted, “A dildo?! The prize is a dildo?” Then Anaisha gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Tia remained silent inwardly salivating at the thought.
    One of the androids dealt out the cards and announced what was happening in a mechanical voice. Lucile of course tried to cheat, but managed to foul herself up and lose on a crucial hand. She was escorted out of the room, presumably to get hooked up to a feeding tube, leaving the other two to play on.
    During a hand, Anaisha looked at Tia. “I don’t want the prize.”
    Swallowing, Tia played off as nonchalant. “I don’t really want it either; I mostly was playing not to lose. Since it doesn’t matter, why don’t we just go all in this hand, instead of spending an hour playing for something neither of us wants?”
    Anaisha nodded, and Tia looked again at her pocket aces. She ended up winning with a full house, aces over sixes. Colton said, “Congratulations. You will find the box and its contents in your room after lunch. This way, ladies.”
    After eating too much food, again, Tia tried not to show her eagerness as she made her way to her room. There, on the table, was the box. She opened it almost with reverence to find a pink rubber dildo resembling an average-sized penis. She couldn’t help but gasp just from holding it in her hands.
    She rushed off to the bathroom, well, rushed as best she could, and tried out her prize as soon as she could remove her panties. Compared to her own hands, this was ecstasy. She had her orgasm in minutes, and worked herself up to another.
    Rinsing the dildo off in the sink, she looked at it again, knowing that this was a tool Colton was using to jail her further. But that knowledge wasn’t going to prevent her from using this as often as possible.

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(This story - though not necessarily this chapter - contains Female Weight Gain to extreme levels, uneven weight gain, overeating, force feeding, skewed power dynamics, and sexual situations including fondling, masturbation, anal and vaginal sex, and multiple penetration. Be warned, and enjoy!)

    “Girl, you were so hot last night! The things we did!” Tia smiled to herself as she read the text for the seventeenth time. It was definitely a wild night of sex, but she didn’t want to lead him on, because if they saw each other again, he might eventually find out that she had had a similar night with one of his friends. Best to let him down easy.
    Thinking about what she had done was starting to make her warm and tingly in her crotch. Tia relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, not even minding when a late couple excuse me’d their way toward the back. In fact, she got a look at the guy, and started to imagine servicing his manhood while his wife (or girlfriend or whatever) watched. It was little thoughts such as that one that enabled her to reach a climax once her seat began to vibrate from the thrust of take off.
    Tia was napping when her seat began to vibrate much more strenuously. She leaned over to the elderly lady next to her and asked, “What’s going on?”
    She replied, “The captain just made an announcement about severe turbulence.”
    Tia nodded and just tried to ride it out.

    Tia sighed as she struggled with her bra, yet again. Over the past month, her breasts had gone up at least two cup sizes. Looking in the mirror, she could see that her forced weight gain wasn’t just contained there. Her limbs were thicker, especially her arms, and she had a small pooch of a belly going. She could even see differences in her face. “Gross!” she thought.
    Rather than continue the futile struggle, she instead reached for a bra the next size up. Finding that it fit comfortably, she found some clothes that fit, and went out into the common room.
    Lucile was sitting on a sofa grousing at no one. Her ass had taken most of the damage, her wide hips and round cheeks storing the majority of the fat she’d accumulated. Anaisha was in a better mood, as always, possibly because her weight gain had taken on a more even distribution.
    Tia got them into an impromptu huddle. “Okay, I think it’s time to try another breakout. The last one was too recent, so they won’t be expecting another so soon.”
    Lucile said, “And how will we avoid getting caught this time? The last time they were on us pretty quickly.”
    “This time, instead of running straight into the jungle, we’re going to circle the grounds until we see an airfield or something. If there is a plane or helicopter, we’ll have to risk flying it. If not, there should be some kind of radio in the tower.”
    Anaisha asked, “How do we know there will be a tower?”
    “It doesn’t have to be a tower, but there has to be a room where they tell the planes to land, and that room should have a radio. Now, here is what we do…”
    Just then Colton arrived, having just had his morning tongue lashing from his employer. He read on his data pad the current weight standings again; the women had gained an average of 45-50 pounds in the last month. He looked up and said, “Ladies, we have a problem.”
    Lucile stood up and said, “You’re telling me! I’ve had to put on bigger slacks every week!”
    Colton continued, as usual without emotion, “The problem is your antics. Refusing to eat properly, despite your hunger. And the three unsuccessful escape attempts especially. The second one in particular had you lost in the jungle for a day and a half before we found you. That was serious consumption time wasted not to mention the calories that were spent.”
    Tia stood to face Colton and answered, “Well, you told us we were going to be prisoners here forever, and you wanted to fatten us up for some sick, perverted rich guy, so what did you expect us to do? We’ve escaped before, and we will escape again. And one of these times, you won’t be able to find us. And we’ll eat as little as we want!”
    Colton was unfazed by this show of disobedience. “We shall see. Right now, it is time for another stretching session. Make yourselves ready.”
    They did as instructed, and lay down on the sofas. Soon the marbles in their stomachs expanded, and they went from full feeling to excruciating pain quite quickly. Each of their bellies stuck up in the air, a small round ball several inches wide. It lasted for a long time, then the pain receded.
    “Very good. We are up to eight minutes. At this rate your stomach’s capacity will increase considerably.” The pain started again in under a minute, causing occasional groans or even screams from the young women.
    Eventually the cycles halted, and the marbles retracted. The three lay there panting, and moaning in remembered pain.
    “Lunch will be served in an hour. I would highly advise bringing hardier appetites, lest we need to resort to feeding tubes in the daytime. Also, the door to your suite will be locked at all times, except when I come to escort you somewhere. Good morning, ladies.”
    Colton left them, and as the door closed, the women could hear the lock being turned.

    The shaking continued, and Anaisha closed her eyes and prayed. Soon the shaking stopped, but she could feel the pull of gravity forward.
    “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Anaisha was in shock for a moment, then felt Rajit wresting his hand from hers. “Rajit?”
    “Let go! We have to put on our life vests.” He reached under both of their seats and handed one to her. Once they got them on, they bent over so that their heads were between their legs. Anaisha reached a hand out for Rajit’s, but didn’t find it by the time the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Anaisha looked at herself in the mirror as she picked out her clothes for the day. Since arriving on this island that she had thought was her salvation, she pretty much doubled her weight because her captor desired it. Unlike her companions, her fat accumulation was more evenly distributed, leaving her with generous hips, and a belly that hung down to almost cover her crotch. Her breasts were a bit larger than before, resting heavily on the curve of her belly. She looked in the mirror, but with disgust or anger, but with quiet resignation.
    She found some larger clothing, and went out into the common room, where Lucile was already, complaining. “I can’t believe it’s larger than yesterday! Here, Anaisha, look!” She couldn’t help but see that Lucile’s butt looked even bigger than a couple days before. It looked like the was smuggling round watermelons in her slacks. She’d tried wearing skirts and dresses when they’d first gotten to the island, but gave that up when her ass became big enough to peek out from any of them.
    Speaking of watermelons, as Tia came through her bedroom door, it certainly looked as if she had a pair of them under her top, or at least basketballs. They still managed to stay fairly firm despite their obvious weight, held together to form a good deal of cleavage thanks to her bra. Her arms and face also looked significantly thicker. She came over and sat down on the sofa. “We have to put a stop to this.”
    Lucile gave a snort and asked, “How? We can’t escape, and they put tubes down our throats when we are asleep. And Colton threatened to do that all the time if we don’t eat what he considers ‘enough’ at mealtimes. We are doomed to be gross, fat prisoners!”
    Anaisha spoke up, “Even if that is the case, there is no reason to be so down. This situation is what it is, so being depressed won’t change that.”
    Lucile looked at Anaisha incredulously. “Really? That’s your solution? Do you like being fat?”
    “Well, no, not particularly. But I am now, so I must accept that I am.”
    “What a load of..”
    “Ladies!” Tia interceded. “We have to stick together if we are going to have any chance of escape. Today during meals, we need to start stealing flatware. Not a lot, but a few forks and knives. We might be able to pick the locks and maybe defend ourselves against the robots. But we have to stick together. Deal?”
    The other two nodded. “Deal.”
    Colton watched and listened to their conspiracy through a monitor, having modified the microphones to pick up the quietest whisper. He turned to look at another monitor, with the latest readouts: “Day 67: Anaisha: 5’7” 252, Lucile: 5’5” 244, Tia: 5’10” 258” Barely over 750 pounds, one third of what his employer required. And this new plan of Tia’s might actually delay progress to an unacceptable degree. He had to take things to the next level.
    A few moments after their discussion was done, there was a knock on the door, followed by it unlocking. Colton entered and said, “Good morning, ladies. Today we are going to try something different. My employer is pleased with your progress, and wants to reward...one of you. He has arranged a contest, and the winner will not have her stomach stretching session today.”
    All three perked up at the thought of not having to endure that torture even once. “What do we have to do?” asked Anaisha.
    Three of the androids strode into the room each carrying a VR headset, gloves and boots. “We have arranged a virtual car race. The first to cross the finish line will be excused from the stretching.”
    They each took the gear as it was presented to them, and started to put it on. The robots helped them as needed. Once everything was in place, they all got a first-person view of being a driver in a car. They could see all around them as they turned their heads, and the digital hands before them did everything their actual hands did.
    The could hear Colton’s voice as if over a loudspeaker. “Ladies, start your engines.” They made their virtual finger press a button on the dashboard and they could hear the engines roar to life. “3...2...1...Go.” They put the car in gear and hit the gas, and off they went.
    Anaisha went at her own pace, and took the turns at what she considered to be a safe speed. Yes, the stretching was painful, but she was too afraid to crash, even in this virtual environment.
    Tia and Lucile had no such concerns. They each took the course at breakneck speed, and were constantly out pacing each other. As they neared the finish line, they were neck-and-neck, until Tia swerved into Lucile’s car and caused her to spin out. As Tia crossed the finish line, the screens went dark, and the androids helped them get their equipment off.
    Lucile was furious. “No fair! She cheated!”
    Colton stated, “There was nothing against the rules in what Tia did. Now, Lucile and Anaisha, I suggest you lie down.”
    As the pain of the stomach stretching came over Lucile, she just stared at Tia with anger in her eyes.
    Once lunch was over, the three compared their flatware hauls by turning away from the cameras. Tia produced a knife and a fork. Anaisha produced a spoon. “Anaisha, you were supposed to get a fork or something pointy.”
    “I know, but all of my forks got dirty.”
    “You could have brought a dirty fork. We could have washed it off in a sink.”
    “Oh yes, sorry, Tia.”
    “That’s okay, honey. Lucile, how about you?”
    “I didn’t get anything.”
    Tia stared in wonder. “But why?”
    “I didn’t see why I had to risk getting caught just for the stupid plan of a cheater!”
    “It wasn’t cheating! Haven’t you ever seen NASCAR? They bump each other all the time.”
    “I have never seen this ‘NASCAR’ of which you speak. Cheater.”
    Colton heard this exchange through the monitor. He turned and said to the shadowy form in the communication screen, “It seems to be working. The seeds of discord have been planted.”
    His employer replied, “Good. Keep up the contests. And they better have gained even more in the future. I need my ‘ton of women’ ASAP!” The screen went dark as he disconnected.
    Colton started to plan the next contests that would hopefully continue to divide them.

    Tia gripped the armrest as the plane continued to shake. She started looking around the cabin, because the thought entered her head about that girl in “Airplane!” that slept with like 20 guys using the line “I don’t want to die a virgin.” The thought amused her, but none of the passengers in her vicinity looked like they’d be interested.
    Just then the captain’s voice came over the loudspeaker again. “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Tia realized there wouldn’t be time for any fantasies. She reached under her seat and got out her life vest. She got hers on, and then she saw a teenage girl across the aisle having trouble with hers and panicking. Tia looked around for an attendant, then unbuckled herself to reach over to the girl and help her with her floatation device.
    Once Tia got the girl sorted and stopped her from panicking, she hurriedly got back into her own seat, fastened her seatbelt, and leaned forward so her head was between her knees. No sooner had she gotten in position when the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Tia looked at herself in the mirror with increasing disgust like she did every morning. Today, the image that greeted her had huge round breasts easily the size of medium-sized watermelons. They rested on a fat belly that was, though smaller in comparison to her tits, was large enough to hold them up higher. While her legs and ass had gotten bigger, they paled in comparison to her arms, which were as big as a man’s thigh and starting to get flabby. Her face was rounded out, and she had a hefty double chin going that Tia found the most disgusting.
    In the last month her stomach had been stretched to such a degree than she was hungry all the time, even after having been stuffed all night with the hose, which she assumed was still going on. The others had suffered the same condition, and they all ate beyond what they had intended to at every meal.
    Tia found a bra that would hold her breasts and put it on. The clothing never had tags, so she had no idea what cup size she actually was. It didn’t matter, since she’d be the next one up in just short of a week. She completed getting dressed and came out into her private living room.
    Since the first challenge Lucile insisted on a separate room, since she could “not live with a cheater!” Tia took the opportunity to ask for her own room as well, mostly because looking at the others reminded her of what a fat pig she herself had become. Tia went across to a credenza and, after checking the positions of the camera with sidelong glances, opened it slightly to reveal a hand-drawn map, some pieces of flatware bent into escape tools, and a whole bunch of linen napkins tied together in a makeshift rope. Grabbing what she needed, she hid the items in her cleavage and closed the small door.
    She went to the closet, where she had been working the intake vent door open. After a few tries she managed to get it ajar, and started squeezing into the large duct. As she crawled along, impeded by her huge breasts, she realized after another week or two, she might not have been able to escape this way. She used the napkin-rope to climb down into what she guessed was the basement, and when she got to a panel, she used a butter knife to pry it open. Smiling in success, she crawled out to find herself surrounded by robots.
    Colton stepped forward. “Ma’am, you must desist in these futile escape attempts.”
    Out of breath, Tia asked, “How...did you…”
    “Do you think we wouldn’t search the credenza while you slept, especially considering how much time you spend at it?”
    “Huh….Well...I won’t...stop…”
    Looking at her with emotionless eyes, Colton replied, “We shall see. And it appears that you have missed breakfast.” To the android he said, “Escort her to her room so she can get cleaned up, and then bring her breakfast. And make sure she can’t add any more to the map in her mind.” The robots then put a sack over her head, and led her back upstairs.
    Entering the control room, Colton glanced at the monitor showing the latest weighings of the three women, which read, “Day 99: Anaisha: 5’7” 338, Lucile: 5’5” 333, Tia: 5’10” 340”. He turned to the communications panel and turned it on, to find the shadowy figure of his employer there. “Sorry for the delay, sir. Tia attempted another escape. Fortunately we recovered her before she got very far.”
    “What is that, like one a week?! Why haven’t you handled her?”
    “Well, sir, I thought that since she no longer has the help of the other two, her schemes are much more likely to fail. As such I thought her expending mental energy on them would keep her occupied from her ultimate predicament. I realize now that the risk of her evading us for an extended period is too great, and we will need to introduce something new with which to distract her.”
    “Damn straight! Strap her in and give her the tube 24/7.”
    “Sir, if I may, that would hamper the effectiveness of the contests in dividing them, since they are designed for those three specifically. They may also see Tia as a victim, and start to mend their relationships.”
    “What then?”
    “I believe I have just the solution.”
    Tia sighed as she watched the androids clear the dirty dishes from the table they’d carried in, noting how there were far too many empty platters in her opinion. As soon as they were done, Colton entered. “We need to discuss about you stopping these hopeless escape attempts. The last thing I or my employer want is to see you hurt.”
    “Well, like I said, I’m going to keep trying.”
    “Then I must execute an alternate plan.” Just then two of the robots that had been moving the table set it down and came over to restrain her. Colton produced a hypodermic needle, sterilized an area on her fat arm and made sure there was no air in the needle. He said, “You will feel a pinching sensation,” as he injected her. He then put a piece of gauze over where the needle was removed and taped it in place. The androids resumed carrying the table out into the hall.
    Tia was furious. “What the hell was that?!”
    Colton put everything away and said, “Let me explain. We know about your proclivities and sexual exploits…”
    “Wait, how did…”
    “Your social media presence alluded to it, and the text messages retrieved from your phone records confirmed it. You have all the signs of a sex addict, or at least someone who is extremely open in their sexuality. I am operating on the theory that this is at least partially driven by your hormone production. The shot is designed to accelerate this production. You will need one every week starting out. The interval should increase over time until eventually you won’t need any help to overproduce hormones that will turn your proclivity into a biological demand.”
    “Wait, you’re giving me shots to make me horny...um, hornier?”
    “That is essentially correct, yes.”
    “What if I promise to stop trying to escape?”
    “I’m afraid the time for that is past.” Colton strode out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
    The next few days were business as usual for Tia - wake up, get dressed, eat, read a book, eat, maybe a contest, eat some more, go to sleep. But some days after she was given the shot, she started having idle thoughts about sex. One time she caught herself wondering how big a package Colton had, for example. These thoughts became more common and urgent, until by the end of the week she was masturbating every morning before getting dressed.
    After her second shot, there was yet another challenge. The women were lead into a room, and Tia realized this was the first time she saw them in a week. They had of course gained about as much weight as she had, but in their own ways.
    Lucile waddled in, her enormous hips and ass unable to avoid swaying as she walked. She had developed larger tits and had a belly as well, but the majority of the fat had accumulated in her butt cheeks, which looked like two small yoga balls, still firm and round.
    Anaisha was still gaining evenly all over. As such, her belly was the largest of the three, easily covering her crotch as she lumbered through the doorway. She had a slightly larger ass than Tia did, and her breasts were a bit bigger than Lucile’s. She had her usual smile on her round face.
    Since that first contest, there had been several others. Sometimes Tia’s competitive nature won out. Though she called Tia a cheater often, Lucile had actually resorted to cheating at any opportunity, and sometimes won that way. And the other third of the time, Tia and Lucile got in each other’s way so badly that Anaisha’s methodical play achieved victory. Since the prizes or penalties all affected how much weight they would gain, they were pretty even in that department.
    Colton had them sit around a table covered in green felt. While Tia and Anaisha were in sturdy, yet close-to-normal-sized chairs, Lucile’s was nearly twice as wide. “The challenge today, ladies, is Texas Hold’em poker. Each of you has a stack of chips in front of you. The first one of you to run out will be punished by having a feeding tube for 24 hours straight. The winner of all of the chips may cash them in for this.” He gestured to an ornate rectangular box less than a foot long.
    Lucile snorted, “What am I going to do with a box?”
    “More to the point is what you will do with what is inside the box. It is a sexual implement, a replica of a human phallus made of rubber.”
    Anaisha was confused, but Lucile nearly shouted, “A dildo?! The prize is a dildo?” Then Anaisha gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Tia remained silent inwardly salivating at the thought.
    One of the androids dealt out the cards and announced what was happening in a mechanical voice. Lucile of course tried to cheat, but managed to foul herself up and lose on a crucial hand. She was escorted out of the room, presumably to get hooked up to a feeding tube, leaving the other two to play on.
    During a hand, Anaisha looked at Tia. “I don’t want the prize.”
    Swallowing, Tia played off as nonchalant. “I don’t really want it either; I mostly was playing not to lose. Since it doesn’t matter, why don’t we just go all in this hand, instead of spending an hour playing for something neither of us wants?”
    Anaisha nodded, and Tia looked again at her pocket aces. She ended up winning with a full house, aces over sixes. Colton said, “Congratulations. You will find the box and its contents in your room after lunch. This way, ladies.”
    After eating too much food, again, Tia tried not to show her eagerness as she made her way to her room. There, on the table, was the box. She opened it almost with reverence to find a pink rubber dildo resembling an average-sized penis. She couldn’t help but gasp just from holding it in her hands.
    She rushed off to the bathroom, well, rushed as best she could, and tried out her prize as soon as she could remove her panties. Compared to her own hands, this was ecstasy. She had her orgasm in minutes, and worked herself up to another.
    Rinsing the dildo off in the sink, she looked at it again, knowing that this was a tool Colton was using to jail her further. But that knowledge wasn’t going to prevent her from using this as often as possible.